Boom Clap

Chapter Twenty-One

-Chapter 21-

•Harry's POV•

"Harry?" Someone was calling my name.

"Harry are you still here?" The voice continued to whisper. Was that Ashlyn?

"Yeah?" I lazily replied. My arms were still wrapped around my pillow trying to grip the sleep to me.

"I'm scared." Ashlyn whispered. At this I took my face out of the pillow and looked at her silhouette in the darkness.

"Of what? Something under the bed? I can assure you there is nothing, seeing how I am on the floor and right next to the bed..."

"No." She hastily replied. She didn't even laugh.

"Ashlyn what is it?" I said sitting up, actually concerned.

"I-I- I don't know." She began to cry into her hands. Not a sob but more of a gentle flow of tears, making no sound.

"Ashy it's ok." I cooed. Getting on my knees i scooted closer to the bed. Reaching my hand out I stood up to touch her shoulder but, instantly pulled it back.

"Did you have a nightmare?" I laughed trying to make the situation light again.

"Must have." She laughed weakly.

"You're probably still drunk so I won't blame you for over reacting and crying like a little girl." I scoffed putting my hand on her head and shaking her hair.

"Stop!" She giggled.

"Can you go to sleep now? So I can go to sleep. So that tomorrow we aren't really tired and you aren't really extra hung over?" I whined playfully.

"Shut up." I could barely see her smile in the darkness.

"You shut up I'm the one on the floor." I took my hand and shoved it down on her shoulder making her lay back down on the bed.

"Bitch." She mumbled as I laid down on the floor.

"Jerk." I whispered back.

Wrapping my arms around my pillow again I searched for sleep. Every so often I would go into that dreamy state but, it would be interrupted my Ashlyn moving.

My mum always told me that when a person can't sleep you should play with their hair. She use to do it to me all the time. Especially when I was sick. Should I do that to Ashlyn? If I do will it be weird? If I don't will I get sleep?

Ashlyn turned over again. I sighed and got up, sitting on the bed to face her back. Hesitantly I stuck my hand out to grab a piece of her hair. My hand touched her slap and I began to twist my fingers into it. I held my breath, waiting for a sign she was disgusted. She didn't move. I breathed out, relieved. I put my fingers to her temple and lightly dragged them to the back of her head. Occasionally I would braid a section of her hair before brushing it out with my fingers and continuing to caress her head. This went on for what seemed like twenty minutes before I heard a gentle snore come from her sleeping body.

I smiled to myself happy that it worked. I had become very tired from my lack of sleep and messing with Ashlyn's hair while listening to her soft breaths, it had made me want to fall asleep then and there...

"Harry!" Clara whisper shouted.

"Hmm?" I sighed, pulling Ashlyn closer to my body. Ashlyn?

My eyes shot open.

"What the hell?" I whispered shouted.

"You tell me buddy you're the one who is sleeping with Ashlyn! I'm not!" Clara spoke panicked.